Riding Her Tiger

By Doris O'Connor

Can one night change your life forever?

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns into a real life ménage, will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

Be Warned:BDSM, anal sex, menage sex, multiple partners.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: May 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781771300131

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Copyright© 2012 Doris O’Connor

ISBN: 978-1-77130-013-1

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

Thank you Jo for the title. Thank you Karyn for making me think and helping this story shine. And huge thanks to Evernight for the submission call that sparked my muse.

RIDING HER TIGER

Club Ink, 1

Doris O’Connor

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

"You've enrolled me in what? Are you insane?"

Estelle rolled her eyes and clenched her thighs together in a vain effort to stop the rush of hot arousal trickling down her inner thigh. She'd felt deliciously wicked, foregoing underwear today. It had given her a secret thrill to sit in this morning's interminably boring meeting knowing she was bare-assed under her sensible A-line skirt. It was decidedly uncomfortable and embarrassing now. Her mind had wandered during that meeting, imagining she was under orders from her Dom, who would fuck her fast and hard on her desk, when her boss had gone out to lunch.

No Dom had appeared, alas. She hadn't figured out a magic spell to conjure the Dom of her dreams out her favorite BDSM novel. No, instead she'd found a Skype message from her best friend Neeve with orders to click on a link. With one flick of her finger, she'd been taken to her newly created profile on a kink dating site. The pictures in the side banner of findurkink.com alone had pitched her arousal sky high. Not to mention the three messages from someone called Ink, each one more explicit than the next.

Apparently he'd taken her silence as assent, and she was scheduled for a private, live chat in five minutes.

Shit, five minutes!

Neeve! I know you're there. What the fuck have you done?

Estelle typed feverishly, not daring to examine why she didn't just click out of that site. Instead she found herself perusing Ink's on-line profile, and she gulped. No picture, sadly, but he was an exploration facilitator, whatever the hell that meant.

His list of credentials was impressive. Her clit clenched, and her heart rate sped up, reading that fire play and knife play were his specialty. Not that her fantasies went that far, but if he was good at that, then no doubt he was an expert at the rest, too.

Oh shit, three minutes!

Neeve, stop messing about. What is this?

A laughing emoticon appeared in the Skype box, followed by a mooning one.

Neeve, really, this isn't funny. What did you do? Oh she was going to strangle her. Neeve was known for her practical jokes, but this was a step too far, even for her. Her computer pinged, and Estelle jumped as a private chat screen popped up.

She stared at the empty speech bubble as though it was a poisonous snake ready to bite her hand off. Skype beeped at her, and she jumped again. Shit, this was ridiculous; she was as jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof.

Just go with it. I've checked it out. He's the best facilitator they have. I know you want this, and you'd never do it by yourself, so consider it a late birthday present. You need to get fucked, good and proper, and get your silly girl crush on your boss out of your head. Just one thing. Don't piss him off. Word has it, this Ink is … inventive.

And just like that Neeve was gone. Estelle wiped her sweaty hands on her skirt and willed her breathing to slow down. Trust Neeve – she never should have confided her deepest, darkest fantasies to her. Estelle still wasn't sure what had made her admit it. Finding out that her boss was finally divorced had shaken her. It meant he was free, and she could do something about her fevered imaginings. In typical Neeve fashion she'd suggested tying Estelle to his desk to get his attention. After all, rumor had it that his ex-wife and he had been into kink big time. Estelle had no experience to speak of in that field.

She recalled Neeve's ominous response that night only too well now. Well, we'll have to do something about that.

Her computer pinged again, and Estelle's heart stopped for an instant, before it turned into a jackhammer. He was there, this Ink.

Oh good God, am I really doing this?

Punctual, I like it. Have you followed orders?

Orders, what orders?

I asked you a question. I expect an answer!

Err, what orders?

Nerves settled in Estelle's stomach like lead as she waited for his reply. Maybe she should have paid more attention to the fine print off the site. Damn Neeve. She could have given me some warning. But even as she thought that, she was honest enough to admit to herself, that she would never have logged on. Why wasn't he replying? Had she blown it before she even started?

Who is this?

The words mocked her, and her fingers shook when she typed her reply.

I'm, well, I'm Estelle, but I didn’t read any orders, sorry.

Again the silence was deafening. Well, as deafening as a pc screen could be.

I'm sorry. Why